A golden light falls across the fields this morning and the spindly trees outside my window look like kite strings stretched taut toward the sky. Sixty degrees: warm for January, but the forecast calls for the temperature to dip into the 20s tonight, with warmer weather and rain promised tomorrow.
Warm weather is nice, but what we really need is a blizzard--a good, old-fashioned, everybody-stay-home-and-shovel-snow blizzard, a guilt-free excuse to lounge in front of a roaring fire and read a good book, and if the power goes out we can always light candles.
Of course a blizzard might send more mice into my house seeking sustenance and warmth. We don't know how they're getting in but we know where they're going and we don't like them there. When I say "we," I do not, of course, refer to the cat, whose attitude towards mice might be translated as, "Whatever." My daughter suggests that we get snakes to get rid of the mice, but then who would get rid of the snakes? "The cat," said my son, but this is the cat who cannot be bothered to take an interest in the hundreds of birds that visit feeders right outside the front window; if she doesn't care about birds or mice, why should she care about snakes? "We'll rub catnip on the snakes," said my husband. "Right," I said. "You first."
So for now we're living with the mice (or we are living and they are dying daily in our traps) and trying to find where they are getting in. The sun is shining, the cat is snoring, and the snow, so far, is failing to fall.
If you don't hear from me by Wednesday, send the St. Bernards.
2 comments:
It's not a good sign when you are dreaming of a blizzard before classes have begun.
I know what you can do with the snakes - start a snake handling chruch! Preacher - check. Mucicians - check. Snakes - check. And, depending on the sort of traps you're setting for the mice, you may even have some good 'ol rat poison on hand.
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